Big Boy Bars

Cheach, yo
Been up on a vibe for a year or so
And I been stuck in drive
Like the gears are broke
They wanna hear the quote
So I drop them an invoice
If you don't pay, won't hear the flow
'Cause I'm a realist, though
Take time on the art, not here to gloat
I spray bars on the mic and I clear the show
It ain't Klarson
You ain't gettin' near the bloke
And that's simple, quick arithmetic
Invest half a stack then I triple it
They wanna pinch the kid
You'd have more luck tryna hit a six
Pissed on a cricket pitch
Fess up, you ain't Richard Dick
You ain't fuck shit up in ya sister's kicks
It's that N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
Make a club go nuts without spittin' shit
Crowd go nuts like I'm in the ring
One, two, fuck you, then I'm dippin' quick
It's that N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
Bet you ain't heard lyrics as
Slick as this like
Okay, let me hit 'em with another one
I'm killin' it for fun
And when I'm finished, kill another one
You gettin' where I'm comin' from?
N-E-to-the fuck that, you already know it
'cause I'm comin' up
Flow is like a Molotov
Blowin' like a bomber squad
Coast to coast, go for broke till I cop the
You a Joe-flow with a slow flow so so-so
You a no show while I'm poppin' off
If you don't know, then you don't know me
Son force so strong, call me Toby-One
Spell it N-to-the-E-to-the-R-to-the-D
Got murked by nerd with an OP 1
I'm on the beats, smashin' 'em up
Got bass that'll blow up the
Back of your truck
Give me some space, chat it all up
Don't wanna hear bars in the
Back of the club
Don't wanna hear bars from the
Boys in ya crew if you thinkin' I am
Then I'm talkin' to you
I'm exhausted as shit do
Catch me ignorin' your calls if you're rude
Catch me ignorin' your if you're wack
Just 'cause I spit dope doesn't
Mean I'm on trap
I'm up in the study just learnin' the facts
Tryna get a degree, not dependin' on rap
One line flows and I'm techie, too
Don't want your advice, just let me do
They say I'm self-centred
But I make free music for them heads to view
N-to-the-E-to-the, actually
Got fuck you bars and a Fraksha steeze
So they packin' a GAT in
The back of their jeans
It's a Mac PC, or an mac and cheese
Cats think I'm on xans and speed
But I spit so dope, I don't have to be
Doin' my thing and I'm gone for a sec
Now you turnin' around and
You're mad at me?
I'm on my shit, never gonna quit
N-to-the-E-to-the, fuck it, you know it is
Never competin', I'm up on my own with this
Don't catch me sleepin'
I'm stuck on my sober shit
Don't catch me sleepin'
I'm up on my over shit
Duckin' and weavin' while I've
Just been ownin' it focused on comin' the
You fuckers compete
But when I come and blow this shit
Tell them I don't need no boss
Tell them I don't need no manager
N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
And I do this myself, but I ain't no amateur
Tell them I don't need no watch
Tell them I don't need no Jaguar
N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
You couldn't match my caliber
Yeah, yeah, you knew that, kid
Whether doin' the grime or that boom bap
Kid they show me tunes, never knew that kid
Hear me rip up a groove
They're like "Who's that kid?"
Now they're like, "I know that boss"
They jackin' off
'cause the flow's bang on
While they slackin' off, I go rap a song
Then I blow up the map
'cause they know that's bomb
Yeah, 'cause they know that's crack
Try me once and they never go back
N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
Now cats sayin' I'm puttin' my
City on the map, like
Young boss from the four-triple oh
We don't talk to dogs, don't call triple oh
We go call the shots and
We raw with the flows
And won't call a stop till
They callin' me ghost
Guess who just stepped in the place
N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
Get respect whenever I put pencil to page
Won't rest for a day till
I'm best in the game
Like a wet weather or a TEC when I spray
Gettin' away, better check what you say, son
No time for a fake one, 'cause I'm A1
Play dumb, get your face stuck in a bass drum
Get your record found in a skip
I'm outta my shit like them
Kids in Round the Twist
I'm out for chips, no Smith
Out for the clout an' shit
Why you down and out with it
Try and amount to this, nah, it's too high
I flew by with the crew in a blue sky
If you were like boo hoo
'cause I'm too white
But you're just sittin' in your
Room with a few lines
Tell them I don't need no boss
Tell them I don't need no manager
N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
And I do this myself, but I ain't no amateur
Tell them I don't need no watch
Tell them I don't need no Jaguar
N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E, like boom
You couldn't match my caliber